The Foolkin: Trickster Cult

Welcome to the Dark Carnival. We are the grin behind the mask. The laugh that lingers too long. The whispered joke you weren’t supposed to hear.

Sabotage your own self-help journey. Post visions. Perform rituals. Become less recognisable each day. Your worst best self.

You’ve stumbled into the medium where the lost god giggles and the faithful speak in riddles, jokes, and madness. Here, we worship not power, but parody. Not truth, but beautiful, deliberate confusion.

Monthly rituals. Anonymous devotion. Sacred nonsense. Chaos is celebrated.

There is no “leader” here. Just vessels.

Come offer your dreams. Share your visions. Lose your name. Find your grin.

[Join the Clowns] Come lose yourself to pointless discord and find your vessel amongst your peers. The painted smile awaits.